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[Crowzerplorodon]

"Psh, lame. I would've jumped after it." He grinned, butting Falconpaw playfully. "No one would've know. 'Sides, prey need to know that hopping over a border ain't gonna save them from a cat's claws." Yeah, someone on the other side would probably end up catching Falconpaw's missed prey, and then the thing would be dead. Even if catching it for FogClan was better.

He shook his thoughts away when Sootpaw spoke, frowning at the gray apprentice. "Well, your my friend." Blunt and truthful - a wonderfully potent combination. Of course, Blackpaw really did see Sootpaw as a friend. He could understand why the other didn't like Falconpaw, but hey, Blackpaw was a likable guy! "And come on, what's the point of looking back on the past? The past is bad. You're supposed to look forward and never look back. The future is waiting!" He chuckled, shifting a little between the two other apprentices.

"And ain't it obvious, Sootpaw? I came out here to hang with you." Lie. He had come out here to hunt. And Sootpaw probably knew that. But hey, a little fib wouldn't hurt. He was just messing around.

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Falconpaw's fur bushed up on his spine, his eyebrows narrowed over his hostile amber eyes, and he nearly spat in the face of the gray piece of foxdung next to him. His striped tail lashed behind him.

This was one cat in need of some slashes across his face.

He almost would've done it, too, warrior code or no, for this was far graver: a matter of honor. But, Blackpaw's presence made that impossible. Much as he liked the night-pelted tom, for once he was hindering the young tom's wants. He contented himself by ripping at grass instead.

"You know what, Sootpaw?" The tabby snarled. "You might have more friends if you weren't so snooty. Blackpaw is nice enough to consider you his friend, StarClan knows why. You should be nice to him. Me, I don't care if you're nice to. But you'd be better be good to Blackpaw. He's practically a warrior, you know."

Falconpaw puffed out his chest, and tried to look down his nose at the taller gray apprentice next to him. It wasn't real hard, though; Falconpaw wasn't too much smaller than Sootpaw.

Mouse-brained apprentice. All that dumb talk about headtrips and memory lane, whatever that meant. Remembering was remembering. What else was there to it? Who cared anyway?

Reasons to be out? Hmmm...he guessed that was something to discuss. He certainly didn't have any riveting conversation topics himself. Then again, he rarely ever did. Talk and words weren't much-practiced arts by Falconpaw.

Now it was time to answer Blackpaw. Much better.

He grinned, giving the older tom a friendly nudge in return. "Well, maybe, but now some other cat can eat it. I'm a hero." He laughed at himself a bit, but then stopped. What was he doing? Had he forgotten Sootpaw was here? Great, he fumed, now I'm gonna have to hear more fox dung from this idiot.

[Kelly]

Leave it to Blackpaw to say he would've hopped after it. Risk getting into a fight and breaking whatever peace the forest had, just for a scrawny mouse? Then again, thinking about it, Sootpaw might have done it too. If there was definitely no one from the other clan around to see him and if it was obvious that he could catch the prey before it got too far. Because hey, a foxlength into another clan's territory wasn't so bad. It was when that length jumped to, oh, say, a tree's height that going any further would be bad.

“You're too sure of yourself,” he snapped back. Where did Blackpaw get off calling him a friend? That was a mutual feeling – and Sootpaw sure as starlight didn't feel the same about the black apprentice. Oh no, if anything, Sootpaw would rather fight the tom then friend him. Amber eyes narrowed, but he said nothing else, waiting for Blackpaw to finish speaking. The apprentice frowned. Forget about the past? That was a load of bull if he ever heard it. You weren't supposed to forget about the past, you were supposed to learn from it. And there were plenty of things that Sootpaw could learn from his own past. “Stop babbling, Blackpaw,” he quipped, resting his head against curled up paws.

For a second, Sootpaw almost snapped at Falconpaw. In fact, he was really close to tearing the brown cat's ears off. Or maybe his mouth, so he'd shut up. “Friends are stupid, Falconpaw,” he said instead, closing his eyes like he was going to sleep. “They don't last forever. They leave, they abandon you, they laugh at you. I don't care if cats are my 'friend' or not. Because in the end, 'friend' is just a word.” Sootpaw would rather have followers than friends anyday.